At three o'clock in the night, the mansion of the Chinese book.

Ma Pixiang sat in his study, his expression was gloomy, and in front of him stood a black-clothed masked man, thin and weak, unable to distinguish between a man and a woman.

"Su Yang actually came back, which really didn't make me expect, and King Jing's Mansion and Langya Mountain seem to have a lot of relationship, but I don't know what the relationship between this King Jing and the Lord of the Royal Wind Pavilion is, it's really incomprehensible. Ma Pixiang looked unhappy.

Since eight years ago, the Imperial Wind Pavilion has risen strongly, dominating the Great Qi and becoming famous, as if it has become a leader in the cultivation world.

However, the Lord of the Imperial Wind Pavilion is extremely mysterious, and there is no one who can see his true face. It's just that it is rumored in the world that the lord of the Imperial Wind Pavilion is vicious and spicy, and his cultivation is unfathomable, and the reason why no one can see it is that the one who sees it has already been the soul of the earth.

The masked man spoke at this time, his voice was like a yellow bird's soft cry, eloquent, as if it was a woman: "Lord Zhongshu Ling, according to my investigation, this Imperial Wind Pavilion Lord may be related to Su Yang, the eldest son of King Jing. ”

"Oh, how can you see that Su Yang is just a waste now, with a decadent look on his face, how can he have anything to do with the Imperial Wind Pavilion?" Ma Pixiang said in surprise.

"Although this Imperial Wind Pavilion Lord is mysterious, can the Lord of the Book Order know where Su Yang went after he came back?" the female masked man said in a cold voice.

"Where can Su Yang go?" Ma Pixiang really didn't know.

King Jing's Mansion is like a cloud, although he has already intended to find out, but no one can come and go freely. So for so many years, he has only known the surface of the situation of King Jing's Mansion like others.

"In the evening today, Su Yang went out of the city gate in a sedan chair. According to the route, Xu is Langya Mountain, he has just returned, so it is naturally impossible to leave again, and Langya Mountain is the only place for him to go. From this, it can be inferred that the relationship between King Jing's Mansion and Yufeng Pavilion is really unusual. The masked woman continued.

"Su Yang is no longer worried, originally he was not away from the outside, and he was lucky to be able to survive, but when he came back at the moment, he was automatically sent to the door. But I don't have the time to deal with him now, the truck will leave tomorrow, with your cultivation in the realm of Najie, it shouldn't be a problem to enter and exit King Jing's Mansion, you take the opportunity to kill Su Yang's son. Ma Pixiang sneered.

"Tomorrow's goods are very important, and there is no room for loss, and I will send more people, so only you can do this. ”

The female masked man frowned slightly at this moment, and asked curiously, "King Jing and Su Yang are obviously father and son, why do they have different surnames?"

When Ma Pixiang heard this, he frowned and said: "This is not a secret in Yecheng, King Jing Gao Mo and His Majesty today are not brothers, but when they were young, they made great achievements, and the first emperor gave him the surname of king. Before King Jing was given the surname, he was originally surnamed Su, and there is another fundamental reason that Su Yang was accidentally lost when he was a child because of the chaos in the Evil Way Soul Breaking Palace. ”

King Jing couldn't find it, and finally seemed to be picked up by a hermit, carried back to the mountains, raised him, and taught him extraordinary skills. also because Su Yang was picked up by him, and he didn't know his name, so he was named Su Yang and had the same surname as him. ”

Su Yang was successful in cultivation, but his master Su Beichen suddenly disappeared and disappeared, and there was no news. Senior brother and sister successively broke into the cultivation world, leaving Su Yang alone, and finally a month later, he also went down the mountain to find relatives.

As a result, there was a series of things such as the 'Imperial Formula', the royal family's martial arts competition, the beautiful princess, and the recognition of the father.

Ma Pixiang is also unclear about these details, and of course, he is not interested in knowing.

The female masked man nodded, immediately turned around and stepped onto the roof, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

......

The next morning, around midnight, the sky was just slightly bright, and the night still covered the earth, but it is believed that soon, the darkness will be covered by light.

At the back door of Zhongshuling's mansion, the wooden door was pushed open at this moment, and Ma Taifei walked out with a few entourage.

Behind him was a man in his thirties, dressed in a black gown, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and a grim face.

He is the doorman of the Ma family in Zhongshuling, the cultivator Zhu Yan, his status in the Ma family is very high, and he can even be on an equal footing with Ma Pixiang.

Just because he is very strong, and he is a master of the Najie realm in the prime of life, it is said that he is still from a certain sect in the cultivation world, and he walked the rivers and lakes in his early years, and was later recruited by Ma Pixiang and became a doorman.

He has been in the Ma family for two or three years, and even when Ma Taifei sees him, he has to respectfully address Uncle Yan.

When someone saw them come out, they immediately came over and saluted: "I've seen Gongzi, Steward Zhu." ”

Ma Taifei nodded, squinted at them, and said lightly, "All the people in the caravan are here?"

"It's all here. Someone replied.

"Let's go, then. ”

"Wow. ”

It can also be called a promise, and those who must be afraid of the promise are only the only ones, most of them appear in the court, or for officials, and subordinates will call it. Many other realms have begun to stop calling it that, and in the cultivation world, they feel that such a promise seems too literary, and they are all simply called yes.

After they left the city gate, there were several pairs of eyes watching them from above the city walls.

Under the hazy night, Su Yang's eyes seemed to glow green, his white teeth were slightly exposed, and he let out an inaudible sneer.

Behind him stood Baili Dengfeng and two Langya guards, and at this time the former rubbed his head and said, "Brother, when are we going to do it?"

"Don't be in a hurry, wait until you get out of the range of Langya Mountain and reach the high soil slope outside the city. I didn't expect the leader to be Ma Taifei, although I don't have any excessive grievances with him, but who let him give birth to the wrong family, in order to avoid future troubles, he should be killed. ”

Su Yang narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips and chuckled: "Ma Taifei, I will take action personally, just use him to exercise my rusty body." ”

Ma Taifei didn't know that he was already targeted by Su Yang at the moment, his father asked him to personally escort the goods out of the city, but he refused in every possible way, how could he do such a tiring job.

But sitting in the carriage, delicious food and drink waiting, around the left and right still holding the delicate little maid, Ma Taifei looked at the scenery along the way through the curtain, but the mood was very good, this is not like playing, it is simply no pressure.

What's more, with Zhu Yan by his side, a master of the realm of Najie, he is simply at ease, maybe he can grab a beautiful little lady on the road, change her taste, and think about it.

Just as he was thinking about this, about a hundred bandits suddenly appeared in front of him, each armed with a sword, blocking the middle of the road.

The caravan had just descended the high earth slope, and the sky had gradually brightened, and so many people in front of it were naturally immediately noticed.

It was just a stunned effort, and hundreds of bandits had already dispersed, occupying the vantage point of the high soil slope, and surrounding the caravan.

There was a subordinate who seemed to be in charge, with white temples and about forty years old, who hurriedly handed over a piece of gold, arched his hand and said, "Heroes, please give way." ”

The first person was dressed in rags and linen, with two goatees at the corners of his mouth, looking nondescript, and although his skin was not very delicate, he should not be very old. His eyes are blazing, and his beard seems to be pasted on, and he will fall off at any time when the wind blows.

He frowned, glanced at the ingot of gold, and said, "It's only one hundred taels, so little?"